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The Sea Heart Flame—Wei Yang's condition for the trade was a sub-flame of the Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame.
This was what Xiao Yan had been hesitating over.
Because in order to obtain a sub-flame of the Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame, Xiao Yan would have to open his mouth and ask Gu Xun'er for it.
But right now, the safety and future development of the Xiao Clan depended entirely on tomorrow's decisive battle.
If they won, the Xiao Clan would naturally rise to become a prestigious clan of the Jia Ma Empire. But if they lost, they would likely face true destruction.
So this battle tomorrow was of critical importance—not just to the Xiao Clan, but to Xiao Yan himself.
Xiao Yan no longer hesitated. He needed the Sea Heart Flame to increase his cards and chances of victory.
"Constantly devouring Heavenly Flames… the person who created Flame Mantra must've been insane. And you, cultivating it? Just as mad," Wei Yang remarked with a dry chuckle.
He flipped his hand and took out a jade bottle, then handed it to Xiao Yan. "Here. I extracted one sub-flame, which weakened the main body of the Sea Heart Flame a little. But its essence is intact. It'll recover with time."
Xiao Yan nodded, his gaze locked onto the jade bottle in Wei Yang's hand. He took a deep breath to suppress the excitement surging in his chest before extending his hand to accept the bottle, gripping it tightly.
As for the matter of the Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame sub-flame—he would deal with that once they reached Central Plains in the future.
But now, ranked fifteenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, the Sea Heart Flame was truly in his hands.
This would greatly benefit both the evolution of Flame Mantra, and his own rapid growth.
Together with the Angry Buddha Lotus Flame, Xiao Yan wouldn't need to worry about energy resources at least until he reached the Dou Zong realm.
And Flame Mantra itself could now evolve to High-Level Earth Grade, or even reach Quasi-Heaven Grade!
"Brother Wei, it's getting late." Having achieved his goal, Xiao Yan didn't linger. He flipped his hand to store the jade bottle and smiled. "I'll head back and get some rest. The great battle begins tomorrow—you should rest early too."
"Mm." Wei Yang nodded and resumed his stroll forward.
Xiao Yan, on the other hand, turned and quickly left.
Imperial Capital – Within a Grand Hall
"Great-grandfather, the elite force of one hundred thousand soldiers has already been deployed near Yun Lan Mountain."
"As soon as the battle begins tomorrow, the entire mountain will be completely sealed off."
"As for high-level powerhouses—aside from you and the Serene Sea Scaly Beast, our Imperial Family also has three Dou Wang-class experts we've cultivated over the years."
"This… is currently all the core strength our imperial family can bring to the table."
Under the soft glow of the lamplight, Yao Ye frowned slightly as she quietly reported to Jia Xingtian.
Jia Xingtian gave a slight nod. Even someone like him, the Imperial Family's guardian, showed traces of unease at this critical moment.
This time, the Imperial Family had gambled everything. Even a small mistake could lead to total ruin.
"Yao Ye… what do you think our chances are this time?" After a long silence, Jia Xingtian finally asked softly.
"Great-grandfather, you don't need to worry too much. First of all, our Imperial Family has no other options. And more importantly, the alliance we've formed now is no weaker than Yun Lan Sect's. Besides Mister Wei, isn't Mister Xiao Yan's teacher also a Dou Zong powerhouse? This decisive battle will surely end in our victory."
Yao Ye smiled to comfort him.
However, her slightly flickering gaze betrayed the nervousness in her heart.
"Sigh… I hope so." Jia Xingtian sighed heavily, his voice quiet and weary. "This time, I've wagered the entire fate of the imperial family…"
Mitell Clan.
"Elder Hai, all our elite forces have been fully assembled. The moment the order is given tomorrow, we'll rendezvous with the other factions and launch our life-and-death battle against Yun Lan Sect."
In the main hall, Ya Fei spoke with a soft smile as she looked toward the elderly man standing at the window with his hands clasped behind his back.
Upon hearing her voice, Hai Bodong turned around and nodded with a smile. Then he sighed deeply and said, "Everything's prepared. Now, it's up to the heavens to decide whose side they're on."
Ya Fei silently nodded.
This battle would decide the life or death of two major powers. Whichever side lost would face total annihilation.
If it were just Yun Shan alone, there wouldn't be this much anxiety.
But now that all parties had united and were bound together by shared fate, Xiao Yan didn't keep anything hidden. He had directly told them that Yun Shan had the backing of a mid-level Dou Zong powerhouse.
That revelation immediately caused all the previously relaxed factions—thanks to their faith in Wei Yang—to feel immense pressure.
Ya Fei's beautiful eyes glanced out the window, toward the newly rebuilt Xiao Clan estate. Then she turned to look toward the direction of the Alchemist Association. A soft smile curled on her lips.
When it came to Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, she held a kind of unexplainable, instinctive confidence.
At the same time—
Alchemist Association.
Mu Clan.
Nalan Clan.
Tonight, countless people were destined to stay awake.
Moonset. Sunrise.
As the first ray of morning sunlight broke through the clouds and bathed the grand imperial capital in light—on the once-empty streets, human activity slowly began to stir.
Alchemist Association – Rear Courtyard.
Beneath the edge of a rooftop, Wei Yang sat cross-legged.
When the morning light struck his face, his eyes suddenly snapped open.
His figure trembled—and vanished.
In the next moment, he reappeared outside in the courtyard.
By then, over a dozen figures had already gathered there, quietly waiting.
At the head of the group was Fa Ma. The rest—including Vice President Qie Mi Er and several elders—were all at the Dou Wang level.
"Elder Wei," greeted Qie Mi Er, leading the group in respectfully bowing.
"No need for formalities." Wei Yang raised his hand slightly in a lifting gesture, then turned his gaze toward Fa Ma.
A trace of surprise flickered in his eyes. Clearly, Wei Yang hadn't expected that the Alchemist Association—normally a neutral organization—would go all in like this.
At a glance, they were all white-haired old men. Some even trembled as they stood, making one wonder whether they could still fight at all.
Wei Yang's mouth twitched slightly.
Fa Ma had his hands tucked inside his wide sleeves, squinting his cloudy eyes with a look of sleepy calm.
Facing Wei Yang's surprised gaze, he smiled and slowly said, "Yun Lan Sect has gone too far. They've disrupted the peace of the empire. We old fellows can't just sit by and watch anymore. Since we've decided to act, there's no room for hiding or holding back. This time, we'll give that old scoundrel Yun Shan a proper lesson."
"Uh… alright," Wei Yang nodded, then thought for a moment and reminded them, "Once the fight starts, don't overexert yourselves. Just stay at the outer perimeter and make some noise. That'll be enough."
As soon as he said that, a balding old man spoke up, "Elder Wei, don't underestimate us. We may be old, but we can still fight just fine!"
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and revealed a thin, withered arm like a dry branch.
"Alright, alright. I believe you, senior," Wei Yang quickly waved his hand, then turned to gaze in the direction of the Xiao Clan estate, silently waiting.
At this moment, it wasn't just the Alchemist Association that was ready.
All the other major factions had also completed their preparations.
They were ready to move out at any moment.
The decisive battle… was about to begin.
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